Golden Crocodile Douluo felt like he was about to go mad with rage.
He had secluded himself for fifty years, all to break through to the legendary limit of Rank Ninety-Nine. Yet the moment he emerged today, he discovered that his home was gone.
Not only was his home gone, but Bibi Dong, the Pope in whom Qian Daoliu had placed such high hopes, had been tossed into a garbage truck like a rag doll. And the culprit—a young man who appeared to have no Soul Power fluctuations at all—was actually directing a blue cat to... play the piano?
"You've gone too far! You've gone too far!!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's rage soared to the heavens, and the Golden Crocodile King martial soul behind him let out an earth-shaking roar.
"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"
He held nothing back, unleashing his ultimate move from the very start. His entire body transformed into a prehistoric giant crocodile one hundred and fifty meters long, covered head to toe in golden scales harder than diamonds. Carrying the momentum to crush everything in its path, he charged viciously toward Qin Feng.
"Die for this old man!!"
The terrifying sound wave directly blasted the surrounding ruins into dust.
Grey Wolf's fur stood on end in fright. He quickly ducked behind Qin Feng, frantically pressing the buttons on a calculator in his hand. "Boss! According to my calculations, that old guy's kinetic energy is equivalent to a fully loaded high-speed train! Our energy shield might not be able to withstand it!"
Yet Qin Feng continued sipping his coffee calmly, even nodding along to the rhythm of the piano.
"Withstand it? Why would we?"
"That's art."
Just as Golden Crocodile Douluo's gaping maw was about to swallow Qin Feng whole—
Tom, who had been playing the piano,